If thou rememberest not the slightest folly Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, Or if thou hast not broke from company Shakspeare. No woman ever loved to the full extent of the passion who did not venerate where she loved, and did not feel humbled (delighted in that humility) by her exaggerated and overweening estimate of the superiority of the object of her worship. There is in the heart of woman such a deep well of love that no age can freeze it. Bulwer. The adoration of his heart had been to her only as the perfume of a wild flower, which she had carelessly crushed with her foot in passing. Longfellow. The science of love is the philosophy of the heart. Cicero. Why did she love him? Curious fool! be still; Byron. Love that has nothing but beauty to keep it in good health is short-lived, and apt to have ague fits. Erasmus. Why have I been born with all these warm affections, these ardent longings, if they lead only to sorrow and disappointment? I would love some one-love him once and forever, devote myself to him alone, live for him, die for him, exist alone in him! But, alas! in all this wide world there is none to love me as I would be loved, none whom I may love as I am capable of loving! How empty, how desolate, seems the world about me! Why has Heaven given me these affections only to fall and fade? Longfellow. MARRIAGE. EVERY wedding, says the proverb, Parsons. A wife is a gift bestowed upon a man to reconcile him to the loss of Paradise. Goethe. The moment a woman marries, some terrible revolution happens in her system; all her good qualities vanish, presto, like eggs out of a conjurer's box. 'Tis true that they appear on the other side of the box, but for the husband they are gone for ever. Bulwer. A young man married is a man that's marred. Take the daughter of a good mother. Shakspeare. Fuller. |